After Bash had changed Catherine's bandage, he sat down next to her and stared at his feet for a moment, thinking to himself. She could see the anguish written all over his face. She wanted to tell him about what he saw, but she didn't want him to pity her any more than he probably already was. Why else would he be helping her if she weren't so pathetic at the moment? He rightfully should have left her there to die more than once. He rubbed his face and sighed.

"Look, there is something else I didn't tell you. I don't know why I didn't mention it. I wasn't hiding it from you, I just..." he paused, thinking of how to continue. He didn't look at her when he spoke. "Visions of the future and the past aren't the only thing I've seen...Mary has a sword that Francis gifted her in her study. When I touched it...I saw him. I saw Francis. He spoke to me."

"Francis spoke to you?" she asked as tears threatened to spill. "What did he say? Is he alright?"

"He told me that you weren't as bad as I think you are. He asked me to give you a chance. To help you and our siblings." he pursed his lips and took a breath as he wrung his hands. "I know you think I'm only here because Mary told me to come, but I didn't come for her, I came because he wanted me to trust you." he turned to look at her then. "But I can't do that if you don't give me a reason too."

"You seem to think I care if you trust me. I don't. I need your help, not your trust. Besides, why should I ask you to trust me when I don't trust you. You want to know what happened to me, but you haven't earned that yet. I can promise you, until I trust you...you're better off NOT trusting me." she answered with an odd sincerity to her tone. As if she were warning him against herself.

"Is that some sort of threat?" he asked.

"No." she said flatly. "Just a bit of advice.."

"You can't even give up one piece of yourself. One little bit of humanity to prove you aren't the monster that I have been told my whole life that you are! I am trying to reconcile what Francis said to me, and giving it every opportunity to be proven right, but you can't allow that. What do you want from me?" He yelled.

"I only want you to help me get home and save my children. Nothing more, nothing less. I don't see why that is such a problem for you. Why do we need to share our life stories with eachother? How does hearing about eachothers sad stories help us?" She questioned in an irritated tone. He sighed and rubbed his face again, defeated.

"You're right. It doesn't. Forgive me for thinking we could put an end to this feud. For thinking maybe, just maybe, there was more to you than your lying, scheming, controling exterior." He said as he started walking away. He started picking up large peices of wood.

She mentally kicked herself. He was trying, and it was what Francis wanted. She just couldn't bring herself to trust him after what he did, even if she understood why he did it. He placed armful of wood on the ground and started arranging them, then got up to get some rope from his horse.

"What are you doing?" She asked, confused.

"I'm fashioning a litter since you clearly cannot continue to ride the horse...unless you would rather wait here until they send someone to find you." He said.

"No." She said sadly. "No one is coming for me."

"Well then I'll get to it." He said, some of his irrtation melting away at the thought that she was probably right. If tbey hadn't run across someone from the castle yet, they likely weren't going to. As at odds as Francis was with her at times, he never would have left her to her possible death.

She watched as he tied the wood together. Making sure to check every knot several times. Making sure it wouldn't fall apart. She sighed.

"It was the twins. The day they were born." She said. He stopped working, but didn't look up. "It was a hard labor, seemed like it took forever. There was so much blood...After the first was born, barely breathing, they asked me if there was anything I wanted to say so that they could write it down as my last words. I told them I had nothing to say. I just wanted them to save my children. I was one breath away from death, and then I saw their faces, and somehow I found the strength."

They were both crying silently at this point, greatful that Bash never looked up, so neither of them could see the other shed a tear. She'd almost died giving birth to the twins...the twins his mother had killed. She'd gone through all of that pain just to lose them. He was suddenly sorry that he'd pushed her to admitting it. No wonder she didn't want to say it.

He finished up the litter silently, never looking at her, giving them both time to get their emotions in check. When it was done he went to her to lift her onto the litter. They could both see now the tear stain tracks on eachothers faces but neither commented on them. He placed her down gently and secured her to the litter. They stared at eachother for a moment, silently accepting what had been said. Knowing that it needed to end here. They needed to stop letting the past control them if they were going to fix anything.

"Is it too tight?" He asked.

"It's fine." She said. He nodded and turned to stand, but then changed his mind. "What made you tell me?" He asked.

"It's what Francis wanted." She said simply. He nodded. He put a hand on her shoulder.

"We'll be home soon." He assured as he stood. He started walking to the horse.

"We'll be home?" She asked.

"I can't change who I am. It's home wether I want it to be or not." He said.

"And...do you want it to be?" She wondered.

"I guess we'll find out won't we." He said as he got on his horse and started to ride off toward the castle once again.